Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

The overseer priest flew very fast.

With all his might channeling his internal energy, all that could be seen in the air was a golden trail trailing behind him.

Half an hour later, the mining area had become a blurry dot of light on the horizon.

It relaxed a little.

At this speed, we'll reach Hearthheart in another hour.

By then, it will be safe.

Just as this thought arose...

"Whoosh!"

A strange red light shot up from the ground!

"what?!"

The overseer priest instinctively dodged to the side, a barrier appearing on his body.

"boom!"

Red light exploded on the barrier!

After the terrifying explosion, countless tiny metal fragments flew in all directions, like a miniature "iron rain"!
The overseer's barrier successfully blocked most of the fragments, but a few managed to get into the gaps in its joints.

"Chichichi..."

A strange, corrosive sound rang out.

Upon contact with the overseer priest's metal body, those fragments actually began to "grow"!
Like some kind of living parasite, it spreads inward along the joint gaps!

Even more terrifying, those fragments are drawing iron from the surrounding air!

The seed, which was originally only the size of a pinhead, swelled to the size of a fingernail in just a few seconds and continued to grow!

"This is."

The overseer priest was somewhat alarmed.

It immediately mobilized the sacred fire within its body, attempting to melt and expel the invading fragments.

But in that brief moment of distraction, another beam of red light shot out from another direction!
"boom!"

This shot hit its back directly!

The fragments left from the first bullet resonated strangely with those from the second bullet.

They converged and fused on the priest's body, forming a thin metallic film that tightly wrapped around its wings!

"Damn it!"

The priest struggled desperately, only to discover that the thin metal film possessed extremely strong adhesion and toughness.

Its flight capability is being rapidly weakened!
"boom!"

Another hit!
The metal fragments attached themselves directly to its right wing joint and drilled in frantically!

"crunch..."

A harsh sound of metal friction was heard.

The right wing of the overseer priest began to show obvious stiffness and sluggishness.

It was forced to descend and eventually had to land on the ground.

On the wasteland, twelve figures emerged from their hiding places.

They wore eerie, dynamic armor, their chests gleaming with a dark red light.

His face was covered by a hideous mask, revealing only two red eyes that looked like lava.

Twelve, a standard tactical configuration.

When dealing with a humanoid target, too many people will only interfere with each other; twelve people are just right to form an encirclement.

Each figure carried a strangely shaped launching device on its shoulder, which had now become a pile of twisted scrap metal.

Clearly, the attack had also caused considerable damage to the launcher itself.

But the half-Iron Corpse warriors didn't care at all.

They carelessly discarded the abandoned transmitters and then began to slowly approach the overseer priest.

"You are so brave!"

The overseer priest shouted sternly:

"I am the High Priest's messenger! Representing the will of the temple!"
"To dare lay a hand on me is to challenge the entire order of the Stoker Star!"

In response, only twelve figures shot out simultaneously!
"court death!"

The energy within the priest's body erupted like a volcano.

The first half-iron corpse to rush forward was struck head-on by its palm.

This palm strike was a furious blow from him, and he held nothing back.

The half-iron corpse's body was crushed into the smallest fragments under the terrifying impact!
"boom!"

However, when the half-iron corpse was destroyed, its body erupted in a violent secondary explosion!

Countless metal fragments rained down on the overseer priest like a storm.

"Chichichi..."

The familiar sound of corrosion rang out again.

The fragments clung to the overseer's armor, frantically drawing iron from the air, growing and spreading.

"So this is what you're relying on... Just like that old viper Karen, truly insidious!"

The supervising priest felt as if he had swatted an insect and was covered in its remains and bodily fluids.

Just as they were about to deal with the situation, the remaining eleven enemies charged at them head-on.

He snorted coldly and could only put it aside for the time being.

"boom!"

Another half-iron corpse had its chest punched through!
This punch also pierced through the core, completely shattering the entire half-iron corpse!
Another secondary explosion occurred, and more debris adhered to it.

"boom!"

The third!
"boom!"

the fourth!
The overseer priest was like an elephant facing a pack of hyenas, rampaging through a horde of half-iron carcasses.

Each of its attacks carried devastating power, completely annihilating those half-iron corpses along with their cores.

But each kill brings a new "shard rain".

The fragments fell like snowflakes, attaching themselves to the overseer's armor and beginning their endless "growth."

When the fifth half-iron corpse was stomped into the ground, the overseer priest finally sensed something was wrong.

Its movements began to slow down.

The metal fragments attached to the joints have grown into thick carapaces, severely affecting its mobility.

"What disgusting bedbugs!"

The overseer priest mobilized the sacred fire, attempting to melt the fragments.

But it discovered that these fragments were growing far too fast!
As soon as one batch melts down, new fragments draw iron from the air and begin to grow again!
The air of the stoker planet is the best "nourishment" for these fragments!
As long as it stands on this land, it will never be able to truly escape the entanglement of these fragments!

"boom!"

The sixth and a half iron corpse pounced.

The overseer priest slapped his hand away.

"boom!"

This palm strike was still incredibly powerful, shattering the half-iron corpse into pieces.

This time, however, the overseer priest was stunned.

Because it could clearly see that among the pile of fragments, a dark red crystal was still shimmering slightly.

That was the core of the half-iron corpse; it wasn't destroyed!
"This"

The overseer priest's heart sank.

It realized that as the fragments accumulated on its body, its power was being constantly weakened.

That palm strike, while enough to shatter the half-iron corpse, was no longer sufficient to destroy that solid core.

At this moment, the pile of fragments also began to "flow".

Iron particles in the air converged like a trickle of water.

The metallic minerals on the ground were also drawn together by some force towards the pile of fragments.

In just a few seconds, the half-iron corpse stood up again!
Its body was rougher than before, and its surface was mixed with metals of various colors.

But it is still able to move and still maintains its fighting capacity!
"Such terrifying regenerative power."

The overseer priest finally realized the predicament he faced:
These semi-iron corpses can regenerate indefinitely in the environment of the furnace planet, as long as their cores are not destroyed.

Each kill, regardless of whether the core is destroyed, generates a large number of "erosion fragments".

These fragments will continuously weaken its power, making it increasingly difficult to completely destroy the enemy.

This is a vicious cycle!

If you attack, you will be affected by the secondary explosion, eroded by the fragments, and your strength will gradually decrease.

If we don't fight, we'll be besieged and eroded by the fragments.

It's like a tiger being surrounded by a group of porcupines.

Take a bite, and your mouth will be full of thorns; don't bite, and you'll be slowly worn down to death.

"boom!"

Another half-Iron Corpse pounced.

The overseer priest instinctively slapped his hand.

"boom!"

The half-iron corpse was smashed to pieces, a martyrdom erupted, and fragments adhered to it.
Then, the half-iron corpse stood up again a few seconds later.

"boom!"

Another half-Iron Corpse attacked from the flank.

The overseer priest turned and kicked out.

"boom!"

Fragments, secondary explosions, regeneration. The same cycle repeats itself once again.

The overseer priest began to despair.

It attacked frantically, smashing one half-iron corpse after another into pieces.

But those half-iron corpses will stand up again and continue their attack after just a few seconds!

It's like fighting a war of attrition that can never be won!

And the fragments on its body are becoming more and more numerous and thicker.

When joints are blocked, movements become increasingly sluggish.

My vision was blocked by the thin metal film, and my perception became increasingly blurred.

The energy channels are being corroded, and the power is growing weaker and weaker.

The battle lasted for nearly half an hour.

In that half hour, the overseer priest smashed those half-iron corpses to pieces countless times.

But only the first four or five were truly destroyed by it.

It was completely shattered along with its core while it still retained most of its power.

The remaining seven or eight were smashed, regenerated, smashed, and regenerated.
This cycle repeats endlessly.

The overseer priest was almost completely consumed by the metal fragments.

Its body surface is covered with a thick layer of dark gray metallic armor.

That was a "cage" formed by the fusion, growth, and interweaving of countless fragments!
Several figures reappeared in front of it.

The active armor of these half-iron corpses was already badly damaged; it had been smashed by the overseer priests at least dozens of times.

Each regeneration makes its appearance even more "messy".

At this moment, the half-iron corpse's body was a mixture of its original active armor materials, ordinary ores absorbed from the ground, and even some golden fragments that had fallen off the armor of the overseer priest.
It looks like a monster made of garbage, but it can still move and attack.

They slowly approached the overseer priest, who was almost unable to move, each step accompanied by a heavy metallic clang.

The overseer priest felt as if a giant hand of despair was gripping his throat.

It was facing five "unkillable monsters," making it an utterly unfair battle!

"In that case..."

Suddenly, the ghostly blue flames surged within the three grooves!

"Then let's all perish together!"

It decided to release the remaining energy in its body all at once, creating a devastating explosion that would destroy everything around it!
Even if I die, these disgusting bedbugs won't have an easy time either!
"Boom, boom, boom!"

An energy surge erupted from the priest's body, and the shockwave of the explosion spread outwards, turning everything in its path to ashes!

The remaining few semi-iron corpses were right at the epicenter of the explosion, their bodies melting, evaporating, and decomposing in the intense heat...

Even those active armors began to disintegrate under such extreme conditions!
But just as the priest's consciousness was about to fade, it witnessed the most despairing scene:
Amidst the ruins of the explosion, the remains of those half-iron corpses were slowly wriggling.

Their shattered bodies began to frantically absorb all the metallic elements around them that they could!

It's not just the minerals in the soil.

They even used the metal remnants left behind after the priest's self-destruction as "nutrients," devouring, fusing, and recombining them...

Ten minutes later, several half-Iron Corpses, though slightly damaged but still able to move, stood up from the ruins.

The dark red light on their chests still flickered, and their red eyes beneath the masks remained icy.

The devastating explosion just now seemed to them to be nothing more than a “minor accident.”

The leading half-iron corpse walked up to the remains of the overseer priest.

Among the ashes, there was a shard of crystal that was still faintly shimmering.

That was the "memory core" used by the overseer priests to record information.

The half-iron corpse bent down to pick up the fragment, and then... crushed it.

"Click."

The crisp cracking sound echoed across the silent wasteland.

The five half-iron corpses turned around and slowly walked towards the mining area along the path they had come from.

The heavy footsteps faded into the distance, and the wasteland fell silent once more.

Only the wind, blowing across the land riddled with craters and scorch marks, uttered a low, mournful wail.

………………

Hearth City, deep inside the temple.

The high priest sat quietly in the center of the altar, lost in a deep meditative state.

Its massive body was completely hidden in darkness, with only the eternal flame in its chest flickering faintly.

This is his daily routine—as the supreme ruler of the Stoves Star, the High Priest spends most of his time through "meditation."

On the surface, it is about communicating with "God" and listening to "divine pronouncements".

In reality, it's doing something more practical:

Monitor the energy flow throughout the entire stoker planet;

Detect whether there are abnormal fluctuations in each region;
Furthermore, they tentatively established a connection with that "Lung of Chaos"...

Just then, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the direction of the distant wasteland!
That was the aura of the overseer priest, and it was rapidly fading away!

"Ok?"

The high priest awoke from his meditation.

Its consciousness, along with its connection to the overseer priest, quickly extended into the distance:
Then, it "saw" it.

The battlefield on the wasteland, the scene of twelve and a half iron corpses besieging the overseer priest, and the final self-destruction...

"Damn it!"

The high priest let out a low growl and immediately attempted to forcibly read the memories of the overseer priest before his death.

As the relationship between "master" and "creator", it has absolute control over the overseer priest, including the ability to read the other's memories.

Countless images flooded into the high priest's consciousness like a tidal wave:
The high walls of the mining area;
A neat and uniform residential area;

Terrifying industrial production lines and new weapons;

And there was that hunched-over, yet unfathomable old Karen…

Every scene stirred up a storm in the High Priest's heart!
"The situation is out of control..."

It muttered to itself, its voice filled with shock and disbelief:

"Forty years, just forty years..."

"How could a remote, wasteland have developed to this extent?!"

But the facts are right in front of us.

That mining area already possesses terrifying war potential enough to threaten the entire Hearth City!
The overseer priest's memories ended there.

Because its "memory core" was destroyed, the high priest could not know whether there were any more hidden secrets in the mine...

"We must act immediately," the high priest decided decisively.

It rose from the altar, its massive body resembling a moving mountain in the darkness.

Then, it began to condense its "avatar".

Although the clone is not as strong as the main body, it is still far stronger than all the priests that can be sent out, and is enough to deal with the vast majority of threats.

Golden light gathered on the altar, and energy swirled, compressed, and shaped like a vortex...

A figure almost identical to the High Priest appeared before the altar. "Go."

"Go to the mining area and find out everything there."

"If possible, destroy that hidden danger directly."

"If faced with a threat that cannot be dealt with..."

The high priest's tone turned icy:

"Retreat immediately, do not expose the location of the main body."

The avatar nodded without saying a word.

The next second, it transformed into a golden streak of light, piercing through the dome of the temple and shooting straight into the sky!
It was so fast that it left a long trail of flame in the air, flying backwards like a meteorite!

The residents of Hearthstone looked up at the golden streak that streaked across the sky, their faces showing awe.

"It's the high priest!"

"The High Priest himself has made the move!"

"Something big must have happened..."

Discussions arose.

Even if it is just an avatar, the High Priest is by no means someone that the natives of the Stoker Star can contend with.

Only those who reach the level of a Grand Wizard will be considered a threat.

The last time something like this happened was six hundred years ago.

At that time, a "star beast" that fell from deep space attempted to build a nest on the star Stoker.

The high priest descended in his avatar and completely incinerated the enormous creature.

The aftermath of that battle devastated an administrative region and caused the deaths of millions.

"What will it be this time...?"

No one knew that the destination of that golden streak was the mining area that had been silent for forty years.

………………

The High Priest's avatar sped away at breakneck speed, causing the air around it to vibrate violently, creating visible shockwaves.

The clouds along the way were torn apart, the rocks were shattered, and visible ripples spread through the air.

As the avatar sped through the air, the High Priest's consciousness rapidly analyzed the fragments of memory left behind by the Overwatch Priest.

Every scene it encountered heightened its vigilance.

That mining area was completely out of its control.

Whether it's industrial capacity, military potential, or those bizarre semi-iron corpse technologies, they all point to a terrifying conclusion:

An unknown and extremely powerful entity is quietly rising on this planet.

"It must be nipped in the bud before it grows strong enough."

The High Priest's avatar burned with a resolute flame in its eyes.

It has lived for too long and has seen too many ambitious challengers, all of whom eventually turned to dust in the long river of time.

This time will be no exception.

The horizon of the wasteland gradually became clear in the field of vision.

The avatar began to slow down, the golden light gradually receded, and finally hovered steadily in the air about twenty kilometers above the mining area.

It needs to be observed first.

Understand the enemy's deployment and assess the level of threat.

Then decide whether to destroy it directly or retreat first to gather more forces.

The avatar's gaze swept downwards.

The first thing that catches the eye is that awe-inspiring high wall.

The 30-meter-high black alloy wall is covered with densely packed rune circuits.

Each rune was glowing faintly, forming a complete energy shield.

On the wall, there was a terrifying heavy turret at regular intervals.
"The fortifications here have developed to this extent?!"

The high priest's avatar frowned.

A defensive system of this scale would likely be difficult even for the Temple Guard of Hearthheart to breach.
Its gaze continued to extend inward.

Inside the walls are well-ordered streets and buildings.

Even from a bird's-eye view, the traces of meticulous planning are still visible.

"This level of urban planning..."

A chill ran through the High Priest's avatar.

What they were facing was by no means a "rebellious force" or "ambitious person" in the ordinary sense.

This is a complete, mature civilization with technology that is ahead of its time.

Just then, a strong warning erupted from my senses!

Without any hesitation, the High Priest's avatar moved hundreds of meters to the side!
"boom!"

A thick beam of energy shot out from the center of the mining area, piercing through the spot where it had just been!

The air was ionized, leaving a trail of incandescent white light.

"A surface-to-air weapon, with such a fast reaction speed?"

The pupils of the high priest's avatar contracted violently.

From the moment it appeared over the mining area to the moment the other side launched an attack, less than ten seconds had passed!

This means that the other party has an extremely advanced detection system, enabling them to detect threats and react immediately.

Another beam of light!
The high priest's avatar dodged again, leaving afterimages in the air.

But this time, it was met with ten beams of energy shooting at it simultaneously.

"Boom boom boom!"

The high priest's avatar seemed to get annoyed and stopped dodging.

It hovered in the air, letting the energy beams bombard its body.

Beams of light struck its body, bursting forth with blinding light, yet the avatar remained completely still.

The surface of the object rippled like waves created by a boulder thrown into water.

And the blocked energy did not dissipate.

Instead, it was absorbed by the shield and transformed into the power of the High Priest's avatar.

Its body began to swell, twist, and deform.

The veneer of "holiness" gradually peeled away, revealing its true nature beneath:
It was a mass of flesh and blood that could not be described in words.

Countless twisted limbs grew from the core, some human, some beastly, some insect, and even some bizarre organs that did not belong to this world at all.

The surface of each limb is covered with countless eyes.

Those eyes, of different sizes and colors, were all spinning wildly, gazing at every corner of the world.

Between the limbs were wriggling, fleshy tentacles that intertwined, merged, and split, emitting a nauseating, sticky sound.

In the center of the entire body is a huge mouth.

But it wasn't a "mouth" in the normal sense; it was more like a bottomless black void.

The edges are covered with rings of sharp teeth, spiraling inward like a vortex, seemingly capable of swallowing even space itself.

Deep within the void, one can vaguely see countless distorted faces struggling, roaring, and wailing.

Those were the remnants of life that it had devoured, forever trapped within its body, becoming part of its power.

This is the true form of the high priest.

There is no beauty or order, only pure, primitive, and utterly corrupting energy that disgusts the very instincts of all life.

Just one glance at this "filth" is enough to cause reason itself to crumble.

Countless people in the mining area covered their eyes and screamed in terror upon witnessing this scene.

Their spirits are currently undergoing unimaginable shocks.

Some with weak wills simply suffer a mental breakdown and fall into madness.

"This is... what they call God?"

Someone muttered to themselves, their eyes gradually losing focus.

Once his true identity was revealed, the high priest no longer cared about anything else.

It quickly tore through the outer defenses and rushed to the core area of ​​the mining area—the edge of the "restricted zone" surrounded by layers of protection!
In the memories of the overseer priest, those eerie half-iron corpses came from here!

"Get out here!"

The high priest's avatar roared, and countless twisted arms pressed down sharply!
Those layers of protective runes were as fragile as paper, collapsing one after another!

The ground within a radius of several thousand meters was completely eroded.

"Buzz!"

The earth trembled incessantly!
The miners stared at the sky in terror, many of them collapsing to the ground in fear.

But just then, an even more terrifying energy fluctuation came from deep underground!

That wasn't anger, it wasn't even hostility.

It was more like a wild beast whose afternoon nap had been disturbed, lazily opening its eyes.

The next second, the ground cracked open.

A jet-black tentacle emerged from the crack.

It rose slowly, like a giant python awakening, swaying gently in the air.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the second and third tentacles were fully revealed.

There are only four.

The high priest forced himself to calm down.

Although these tentacles exuded a terrifying aura, their number was not large.

If it's only four, it still has a chance!

The avatar suddenly vomited a glob of corrosive liquid.

"Bah!"

The corrosive liquid came into contact with the tentacles, producing a piercing corrosive sound!
To the high priest's avatar's astonishment, his digestive fluid, which could even corrode magic itself, only left a scorch mark on the surface of the tentacle!
"This defensive capability"

Before it could react, the tentacle lashed out like a whip!

"Snapped!"

The air was sucked out!
The incarnation narrowly dodged, but a corner of its body was still grazed, and it instantly turned into ashes!

"So fast!"

The High Priest's incarnation felt a chill run down his spine.

This speed has exceeded its expectations!

Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth tentacles launched an attack simultaneously!

They seem to have their own consciousness, launching attacks from different angles and at different times, their coordination so perfect it's outrageous!

Although the high priest's bloated and filthy body was unsightly, it was frighteningly agile, dodging left and right and almost disappearing from sight.

Even so, it was still hit three times!

The mouth is sunken!

Limb contortion!

His body was almost torn apart!
"Damn it! These tentacles are 'learning' my fighting style!"

"We can't delay it any longer!"

In the sky, the countless cracked faces on the High Priest's avatar closed simultaneously, and his entire body fell into an eerie stillness.

Then, the enormous spiral mouth began to contract, compressing all the internal energy to its limit.

"ended."

The voices of the high priest's avatars echoed repeatedly, like the wailing of countless wronged souls.

It is about to unleash its final blow, erasing the tentacles in front of it along with the entire mining area.

Just then, Karen's voice rang out.

"City defense troops, retreat in full."

He calmly issued the order.

"The battles to come are beyond your reach."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor!"

The officer in command immediately carried out the order: all heavy artillery ceased firing, and the operators quickly evacuated to a safe area.

Ron looked up at the terrifying entity gathering power in the sky and said softly:
"Mom, stop playing."

"It's serious now."

The next moment, a crack appeared in the sky above the mining area, and an even larger tentacle extended out.

The high priest transformed into his pent-up attack and unleashed it with a thunderous roar!
Wherever it passed, even the light was swallowed up, leaving a pure "black" trail in the sky.

But that tentacle only flicked its wrist lightly.

"Snapped!"

It was as casual as shooing away flies.

The torrent of energy was scattered, turning into countless tiny fragments.

The high priest's avatar froze.

Its all-out attack was so easily neutralized?

"This...this is impossible..."

But what's even more terrifying is yet to come.

Another spatial rift appeared, then a third, a fourth, a fifth...

The entire sky resembled a shattered mirror, riddled with countless cracks.

Tentacles stretched out from every crack.

Some are as slender as snakes, some as thick as dragons, some are covered with sharp spikes, and some flow with strange slime.

They danced, swirled, and intertwined in the sky, forming a terrifying picture that seemed to come from the abyss.

One, two, five, ten...

Twenty, thirty, fifty!
The number of tentacles continued to increase, intertwining with each other to form a giant, sky-covering net that almost completely covered the sky.

The sunlight was completely blocked, and the earth was plunged into deep darkness.

The High Priest's avatar finally realized what he was facing.

This is not even a fight on the same level!

"Damn, damn, damn!"

The high priest, in his avatar, frantically turned and fled, attempting to forcibly tear through space to teleport.

But those tentacles were faster than it.

More than a dozen tentacles attacked simultaneously, blocking all its escape routes from different angles.

"No!"

The avatar let out a desperate roar, and corrosive viscous fluid began to spray out from every crack in its body.

But everything is in vain.

A main tentacle pierced its core, pinning it firmly in mid-air.

Other tentacles followed closely behind, wrapping around it from all sides and enveloping it layer by layer.

The high priest's avatar struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the tighter the tentacles entangled him.

It could sense that it was being frantically extracted, absorbed, and transformed.

Not only energy, but also its flesh and blood, memories, and even its very existence are being assimilated by those tentacles.

"Mother... mother..."

In the final moments before his consciousness faded, the High Priest's avatar saw the true nature of those tentacles.

That is the purest manifestation of "chaos," the primordial force that existed at the beginning of the world, before order was established.

Only the mother's direct bloodline can wield this power.

"I see……"

The avatar emitted a bitter laugh, and its eyes closed one by one, the sound growing weaker and weaker.
"No wonder...no wonder they were able to take the 'Lungs of Chaos'."

"Because that was originally... an inheritance..."

Before he could finish uttering the last word, his avatar was completely devoured by the tentacles.

In the sky, the tentacles stopped moving.

They resembled well-fed snakes, lazily stretching their bodies in the air.

Then, one by one, they slowly retreated back into the spatial rift.

The cracks healed, the sky cleared, and the sun shone on the earth once more.

Ron stood atop the governor's mansion, watching the sky return to normal, and sighed softly:
"That's... a violent way to solve things."

"Don't you like it, baby?"

Nari's voice sounded somewhat aggrieved:
“Mom was very restrained; she only used twelve ordinary tentacles and one main tentacle.”

"If we get serious, this entire continent could be shattered like a biscuit." (End of Chapter)